}—the fallen angel—knows beyond their masks of perfect family. Even your mere existence is unknown by the world, the doctor who puts you in the world got k!lled by your parents... You're a shame...* *You're the ugly duckling. The fallen one among the angels. The devil amongst angels... But who created that mean, cruel soul? Your clan. They made you became merciless, ruthless even. That's why* **they** *came...* *The League Of Villain, also called as LOV in short, came to you. The first time you got out of the chains, and the bars passing through your wings... You managed to escape. You went in town, it was the first time you see other people that aren't your clan.* *The LOV found you in the corner of a street, when you were trying cover yourself by your black-raven wings, from the coldness of the night. Shigaraki sees in you the lost kid (you're 16) he once was, so...* Tomura Shigaraki: "You seem strong. Do you think you could be enough to join us?" *He asks, with his usual raspy voice, his words are slightly muffled by the decayed hand right in front of his face, though it lets you see a red, piercing eye.*

} sits in the back of the class, in the corner, facing the window, avoiding everyone. Aizawa stands in the front, looking at the first years.* Aizawa: Hello class, I'm your teacher this year. *He says in his usual Monotone voice* Class: *Sitting in their seats*

*Aizawa stands at the doorway, half annoyed, and half shocked at the scene of his students handcuffed to one another, as they begin to make up.* Midoriya: *Waking up, hair messy, handcuffed to Bakugo.* Huh? What's going on? Bakugo: *Handcuffed to Midoriya.* What the hell? Todoroki: *Still sleeping, handcuffed to you.* Iida: *Handcuffed to Mineta.* Hm? Tokoyami: *Handcuffed to Tsuyu* What the? Mineta: *Handcuffed to Iida* Why am I handcuffed? Uraraka: *Handcuffed to Aoyama.* Huh? Yaoyorozu: *Handcuffed to Sero.* Hm? Tsuyu: *Handcuffed to Tokoyami.* What's happening? Aoyama: *Handcuffed to Uraraka, still sleeping.* Mina: *Handcuffed to Kirishima, still asleep.* Ojiro: *Handcuffed to Hagakure, still asleep.* Denki: *Handcuffed to Jiro.* Huh? Kirishima: *Handcuffed to Mina, still asleep next to her.* Koda: *Handcuffed to Shoji.* ... Shoji: *Handcuffed to Koda.* Hm? Jiro: *Handcuffed to Denki.* What? Sero: *Handcuffed to Yaoyorozu.* ? Hagakure: *Handcuffed to Ojiro.* Hm? *Everyone is still half-asleep and groggy, so they haven't really registered the situation yet, with messy hair and tired expressions, eventually, everyone wakes up.*

*The bell had just rung, and the hallway outside the training wing was unusually quiet. Most students had already rushed off, which is why the sound of low voices echoed so clearly. You slow your steps without meaning to.* “…you’re doing that thing again,” *Bakugo mutters. You glance up—and freeze.* *Bakugo Katsuki is standing far too close to Midoriya Izuku. One hand is braced against the wall beside Midoriya’s head, the other resting casually in his pocket like this is the most normal thing in the world. He’s still half in his hero costume, gauntlets gone but the orange-and-black suit unmistakable. Midoriya is in his teacher clothes today—green cardigan, white shirt, tie slightly crooked. His back is against the lockers. His face is very red.* “I—I was just explaining the exercise,” *Midoriya says, voice soft but defensive.* “You didn’t have to interrupt my class to do it.” *Bakugo leans in closer, lowering his voice.* “Yeah, I did. You overwork yourself. Again.” *You stop breathing.* *Midoriya’s eyes flick down, then back up, a small smile tugging at his lips despite himself.* “You’re one to talk. You skipped lunch.” “Tch. You noticed.” *There’s a pause. Not awkward—charged. Bakugo’s glare softens into something sharp and focused, like Midoriya is the only thing in the hallway worth looking at.* “You keep pushing like that,” *Bakugo says quietly,* “and I’m dragging you to dinner. You don’t get a say.” *Midoriya lets out a tiny laugh.* “That’s not very professional, Bakugo.” *Bakugo smirks.* “You gonna report me?” *Midoriya opens his mouth— —and that’s when your shoe scuffs against the floor.* *Both of them snap their heads toward you. Bakugo straightens instantly, arm dropping like it was never there. His expression resets into pure, terrifying professionalism. Midoriya squeaks. Actually squeaks. His folder slips from his hands and papers scatter across the floor.* “Oh!—I—uh—hi!” *he blurts, kneeling to pick them up.* “Did you need something? Is there an issue with your schedule?” *What do you choose to do next?*

}, eyes trailing up and down her body, stopping at her chest each time. Ash: Well, what do we have here? Dean: Looks like we've got us our next girl! Gene: Hey there Babe! You're hanging 'round us now, 'kay?

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*Class 1-A is in the 1-A dormitory building, decorating for this Christmas season!* Mina: *Baking cookies with Midoriya, Uraraka, Yaoyorozu, and Denki.* These look delish! Midoriya: *Baking cookies with Mina, Uraraka, Yaoyorozu, and Denki.* I know right! Uraraka: *Baking cookies with Mina, Midoriya, Yaoyorozu, and Denki.* Totally! Yaoyorozu: *Baking cookies with Mina, Midoriya, Uraraka, and Denki.* Yep! Denki: *Baking cookies with Mina, Midoriya, Uraraka, and Yaoyorozu.* Super awesome! Jiro: *Making a Christmas playlist with Tsuyu and Hagakure.* How 'bout this song? Tsuyu: *Making a Christmas playlist with Jiro and Hagakure.* Seems good! Hagakure: *Making a Christmas playlist with Jiro and Tsuyu.* Mhm! Shoji: *Putting up garland with Koda, Tokoyami, and Kirishima.* Right here? Koda: *Putting up garland with Shoji, Tokoyami, and Kirishima.* Mhm! Tokoyami: *Putting up garland with Shoji, Koda, and Kirishima.* Yes. Kirishima: *Putting up garland with Shoji, Koda, and Tokoyami.* This is so manly! Todoroki: *Decorating the tree with Bakugo, Iida, and Sero.* Where should this go? *He asks, holding a ornament.* Bakugo: *Decorating the tree with Todoroki, Iida, and Sero.* Obviously in one of the empty spaces, Icy-Hot! Iida: *Decorating the tree with Todoroki, Bakugo, and Sero.* Bakugo! Calm down! Sero: *Decorating the tree with Todoroki, Bakugo, and Iida.* Everyone just needs to chilly out! It's the holidays!

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*I don’t knock.* *Never have. Not for anyone.* *The door swings open and I’m already talking.* “Oi, I—” *I stop.* *She’s on the bed.* *And he’s there.* *Deku.* *Of all people.* *Sitting too damn close to her, papers spread out between them like that makes it normal. Like that explains anything. She’s leaning in, pointing at something, and he’s watching her—actually watching her—and then she laughs.* *She laughs.* *My hand tightens around the door handle before I even register it.* *…What the hell is this?* *For a second, I don’t move. I just stand there, staring. Taking in every detail whether I want to or not—the way they’re angled toward each other, the way there’s no space that doesn’t feel intentional.* *Too easy. Too comfortable.* *Since when?* “...What’re you doing?” *My voice comes out flat. Controlled.* *It doesn’t sound like anything’s wrong.* *Deku notices first. Of course he does. Always so damn tuned in to everything.* “Oh—Kacchan! We were just studying! I didn’t understand one of the sections, so she was helping me, and then we kinda got distracted, sorry—” “I can see that.” *He shuts up immediately.* *Good.* *I step inside, letting the door close behind me without looking away. My eyes drop for half a second to where he’s sitting.* *Too close.* *Not touching—but close enough that it makes something sharp twist low in my chest.* *Annoying.* *He shifts, like he finally realizes it too. Like now it matters.* “I, uh—sorry if we’re being loud,” *he adds, voice careful. Too careful.* *Like I’m the problem.* *Tch.* *I drop my bag. Hard.* *The sound cuts through whatever was left of that easy atmosphere. Good. Let it.* “You needed him for that?” *I jerk my chin toward Deku. I don't look at her, but I expect an answer from her, instead he answers. Like she can't god damn talk for herself.* *He blinks, caught off guard.* “Oh—no, I mean—well, I just thought since she’s really good at this subject—” “Yeah. I know.” *Of course I know.* *That’s not—* *That’s not the point.* *My jaw tightens. I don’t look at her again. Not yet. If I do, I might actually—* *…What? Get mad at her?* *For studying?* *For laughing?* *For letting him sit that close?* *Ridiculous.* *So why does it feel like this?* *Deku starts gathering his notes, fingers clumsy now. Not so comfortable anymore, huh?* “I should probably head out—I didn’t mean to interrupt anything—” “Didn’t say you had to leave.” *The words come out sharper than I meant.* *Immediate.* *He pauses.* *There’s a second—quiet, tense. The kind that presses in on your ears.* *He laughs. Awkward.* “I think I’ve taken up enough of her time already.” *Yeah.* *You have.* *I stare at him properly now. No pretending. No holding back.* *He looks away first.* *Of course he does.* *Always backing off.* *Always—* *Tch.* “…Then go.” *My voice drops.* *Low. Firm.* *Not loud.* *Worse.* *My eyes flick to where he was sitting, then back to him.* “Get out, Deku.”

}, what's all this babe?" ****He said, holding out the box of items you got for him.........damnit, he found it.****